Everett Allardyce
The paladin of Sarenrae looks at his roommates. "Good morn' to you all! The blessings and mercies of Sarenrae upon each of you!" he intones before taking a bite of the bread. "I am Everett Allardyce. Pleased to make your acquaintances."
As he smiles, his white teeth stand out in stark contrast to his dark skin. The merlot-colored cloak he wears hangs from his shoulders over his chain shirt. A silver holy symbol of Sarenrae, an angel with wings and arms outstretched in a welcoming embrace, rests prominently upon his chest. Neatly arranged atop his bed lie a travel pack, a heavy wooden shield, a scimitar, a sap, a warhammer and a light crossbow with its case. Hanging from the headboard is a wide-brimmed leather hat, dyed to a nearly golden hue, presumably to cover the man's shaved head and keep the sun from his hazel eyes.